Kellie Pickler

I grew up where I could see the stars
Drinkin sweet tea from a Mason jar
Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine
People on the porch watchin fireflies
And drivin 'round the wal-mart on a Friday night
I'm just a small town girl
And that's all I'll ever be
I'm just a small town girl
Hey, that's alright with me
I'd rather be fishin' with grandpa on the lake
Then getting all glammed up,
Fake eyelashes on my face
**Cut off jean and an old ball cap**
A town so small you don't need a map
That's where I'm from and there ain't no changing me
I'm just a small town girl
And that's all I'll ever be
I'm just a small town girl
Hey, that's alright with me
I'd rather ride in a Chevy truck than a Ferrari
Give me a cheeseburger
I ain't eatin no calamari
I'm just a small town girl
And that's all I'll ever be
I'm just a small town girl
Hey, that's alright with me
Coca-cola and apple pie
Dirt roads and old clothes lines
Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets
You never meet a stranger
And everybody helps out
Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers
Drivin
Drivin
Drivin
Drivin around
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl